My patchwork heart, isnt at all made of fancy linens, but rather shreds and bits I found to replace the voids left by malicious spiteful sinners. I sew and I sew constantly adding to the mosaic, replacing the pieces so my heart can be whole again, just to find another tear, yet another spot to mend. I cant seem to hide it, when I wear it on my sleeve, it stands out like a bright flower in an undergrowth of leaves. Its not so hard to tear it apart as so many have clearly shown, but for everyone thats torn out a section, into it another section I have sewn. Now the different color threads I use and a few tough lengths of yarn and some leather, all the needles Ive dulled or bent trying to keep it all together, seem cover my patchwork heart and yes its quite a mess. It grows thick upon it like a scar, like the one upon my chest, the one that covers the hole where my patchwork heart used to rest.
